We all sleep
well again and dont get up until 9:00 am. Actually the
girls get up at 9:00, Tam and I sneak out at 8:30 for a dip in
the hot tub and then a swim in the pool. That definitely wakes
you up.

This is the
first REAL day of our holiday as it is the big UK DIS Meet in
Florida. Kath will be the only American present, but we will make
her an honorary Brit for the day.

After breakfast
we get the bus to the Magic Kingdom and then the boat across to
Fort Wilderness. We do this nearly every time we are here,
its just nice to leave the hustle and bustle of the parks
behind and enjoy a stroll through the woods.

The kids
petting area is still pleasant. The goats are still cute and the
pigs are still . er piggy. I retain a certain
affinity for the pigs, after all, Ive been called one often
enough.

As we stroll to
the Wilderness Lodge, Georgia calls me poo pants for
some reason. What happened to subtle wit? I dont recall
Oscar Wilde declaring The only thing worse than having poo
pants, is not having poo pants. He may have though, I could
have just missed it.
Grow up child. How old do you think you are, 9?

At the Lodge we
look around for a while, just taking in the surroundings.
Its still a joy to me and ranks alongside the Animal
Kingdom Lodge as my favourite resort.
The return boat and bus journey finds us on the Boardwalk. The
girls have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch while me
and Tam have chilli dogs and curly fries.

The girls do a
spot of shopping while Tam returns to the pool for a lazy
afternoon lying in the sun and dipping in the pool.
After 3 hours of relaxing in between bouts of trying to drown the
children, we return to the room. As the girls have showers and
get ready for the DIS Meet, I sit on the balcony and listen to
the British Invasion playing Penny Lane in Epcot.

Its now 3
days since we arrived in WDW and I havent so much as set
foot in a park. Im starting to develop a sort of nervous
twitch. So close and yet so far.
Ooh now theyre playing Imagine. Me and
Tam are up on the balcony swaying with our lighters above our
heads. Actually, we dont have any lighters, so half empty
beer bottles have to suffice. Tam emits a particularly ladylike
and elegant burp to bring the song to a sophisticated and
thoughtful conclusion. Dont you just wish you were on
holiday with the Stringers?

All are
showered and out of the room by 5:45 pm to head over to the ESPN
club for our UK DIS Meet.
People arrive a few at a time and the full cast is:

I am wearing my
lovely fluorescent green shirt dotted with naked ladies in order
to make it easy to spot us.
To be honest, I am hoping to move in front of Matt and Shaun (UK
DIS friends) in the shirt-that-makes-you-want-to-vomit
competition. I feel I must have moved to the top of the list with
this little beauty.

We enter the
ESPN to start our meal.
Unfortunately we are spread across several tables, but I get to
wander about making a nuisance of myself and annoying one and
all.
The food here is pretty good value by Disney prices. $60 with tip
and that included a pitcher of beer and a couple of desserts.

There is a
bloke on the stage answering questions about sport. I dont
know him from Adam, but apparently he is an anchorman for the
ESPN channel. Lots of questions are asked and answered before
Mark decides to ask a question about the popularity of Lacrosse
in the US. The bloke looks at Mark as though he has just asked
when his mother last had sex before mumbling something about the
big sports in the US. The question gets the biggest round of
applause of the night though.

After the meal
we adjourn to the Belle Vu Room in the Boardwalk Inn for drinks
and general discussion. Kath goes off to make a phone call and
returns to promptly spill her drink all over the place. A theory
is put forward that Kaths phone call involved a bottle of
gin. She strenuously denies this. I believe her. No, really, I
do.

Kath prior to the 'gin' incident.

The children
disappear to create havoc on the village green and the
conversation deteriorates as is normal at DIS Meets.
Jo and Simon have a Pal Mickey, which they say can get very
annoying. Tam wonders whether we will see hundreds of decapitated
Mickeys in the park tomorrow.

Things break up
around 11:00 pm and we walk back to the BCV with Jo and Simon who
are also staying there. All the best people are, you know.

To all those
that attended the meet, thanks very much for coming. I had a
great time even if the rest of you didnt! And if any photos
show up on the internet, thats not me, its an
incredibly handsome bloke they paid to wear an awful shirt.

When we get
back to the room Tam and I discuss the evenings events and agree
that everyone was great company. We also suddenly realise that I
didnt buy a round of drinks. Tam is beside herself with
embarrassment. I shrug my shoulders and get a beer out of the
fridge.
Seriously, thank you all that bought the beer and profuse
apologies for not being the mein host that I should
have been. This is not normal behaviour for me. (Ill thank
you to keep your mouth shut at this point Matt!)